I’m learning a lesson upon

A very great rascal was he.

He murdered Prince Arthur,

’Cause England would rather

The Prince should her sovereign be.

I’m learning a lesson upon

A coward and craven was he.

Up rose every baron

And said, “We’ll make war on

This king as our worst enemee!”

They beat him in many a field;

Cried they, “or Your Grace we must slay!

Or else, let us barter!

You’ll sign Magna Charta,

And we’ll take the soldiers away.”

He signed in a terrible hurry,

But soon as the soldiers were gone,

This pitiful fellow

Did shriek, howl and bellow,

He bit, and he scratched, and he kicked,

Every person that came in his way;

He murdered their spouses

And burned up their houses,

Behaved in an odious way.

One night he took tea with some monks,

Just to save his own supper at home!)

But he put on such airs

That they poisoned his pears,

Which concludes both his life and my pome.